George Wallace		THESE ARE THE ONES I REFUSE TO ABIDE the cellophane genius the five dollar stripper the prize dog breeder in her intestinal stew the trifling madame the mail room dancer the snow shovel salesman puking in his boots the phantom publisher the cocaine cooker the plunger in the park with his nonsense verse the oyster packer the truck loader the man who invented cheap perfume women who weave too many shirts kids with shaved heads in the cancer ward the wife who poisoned her neighbor's marigolds deep sea divers and zoo attendants doormen in the shifting snow roofers and plasterers second story men purveyors of uncured meat televised newscast assassins the kentucky preacher with one glass eye the politician with his silver dollar waistband the explorer who conquered everest the armored car security guard with his cock in one hand and handgun in the other ski instructors bingo callers shit stirrers broom handlers yankee peddlers sledge hammer men the boys who rule detroit the hidden worm of versailles the masked man in the bank vault these are the ones I refuse to abide these are the ones I return to you children of the hospital drain soldiers of the heart's penitentiary agents of the infamous crown		DON’T TELL ME ABOUT HANDS don’t tell me about hands – i have seen a flock of starlings settle among the branches of a linden tree in bare winter dusk like the black wing of prayer or spoken into a deep blown dream of white pillowcases (while a child of four at the kitchen window watches a brown squirrel dance, with a box of silent crayons in her small hands…)